Only a Real Man...

...can tell, with one glance into his woman's eyes, that she's smack dab in the middle of a full-blown food-gasm.

Okay.

So it was only goat cheese.

Goat cheese on toasted pumpernickel. Black Russian rye.


But oh my Lord! WHAT a goat cheese.

It was like a cross between cream cheese and feta. Smooth as all get-out, creamy as can be. But with this slightly sharp after bite...

I was dancing around the kitchen, eyes cast towards the heavens, humming deep in my throat, mmm! mmm! mmmmm!!! Was there more? He'd only got a small bit, at some astronomical price. Just to see what it might do to me.

When we ladies are very lucky, here's another thing that Real Man may do. He may simply watch us. Learn about the things that can trigger that response, then bring us small offerings of exquisite taste.

It's a bit like some beautiful male birds, in courtship, who bring food to the female bird of their desires. They want her to see that they pay attention to her needs, and to her wants as well. That they're both true lovers and true providers to her as a prospective mate-for-life, to the family they both hope to build, even just a family of two...

He'd already offered me the rest of one half the chunk of cheese on his plate. He was looking deep into my eyes and grinning, all satisfied with himself. As well he should be.

And then he told me there was a another piece just as big, back in the fridge, and if I wanted it, I was welcome to have it all.

ohhhhhhh...!!!